E-Vyle
E-Vyle hadn't wasted anytime once the VTOL landed.The zombie may have been the first off the plane, but E-Vyle wasn't far behind him, the advantage to his abilities being that he didn't need to shove anyone out of the way to do it. By the time the girl had asked for directions to the infirmary, E-Vyle was already gone, following Pariah's directions to the front desk. He'd already dispatched a small handful of insects to map the place out while he did, he had no intention of getting lost on his first visit to the League's HQ. Like any building, there were vents for air-conditioning and air flow, places that would allow him to travel or hide. There was also undoubtedly next-fen security measures all over the place, but nothing that he could recognize, being largely unfamiliar with such things.
Reaching the front desk, it was a simple matter of registering his information. It seemed that Pariah had been expecting him, so much of his information was already on file in anticipation of his arrival, including his abilities, hardly surprising considering the publicity they had attracted when they first appeared. Completing his registration, he bagan to wander through HQ, absently searching for any sign of a library.
Rift Hound
The sling that held his arm was uncomfortable and rubbed his fur the wrong way, but Joshua had little choice but to wear it. Fortunately there were medical staff on the VTOL who had set his arm back in place and given him the sling. The girl with the bullet wound needed more specialized medical attention however, and was currently asking for directions to the medical bay, something he couldn't help her with at all. He'd be surprised if he could find his way to the registration desk!
Leaving the group behind, Joshua actually did find the front desk and Anima with surprising ease, adding his information to their database. A lot of it involved simple things, like name, age, height, weight and ability, but he paused when they asked him for an alias. He'd never actually thought about any sort of X-Man-esque call sign before, but he supposed it made sense. He settled on 'Rift Hound'.
Following Anima's instructions, he made his was to the Rec room once his registry was complete, slumping into a comfortable armchair and closing his eyes. He was only dimly aware of Simpson re-run playing on the television. He'd need to take inventory of his Pocket when he next had a chance, he had no idea how many guns he'd stored and he swore at some point he'd collected a table while trying to trap the tap, crazy guy he'd stuck a bat into.
His mind was racing from the day's events. He'd saved who knows how many people in that restaurant. Most of them would likely have survived, but the girl he'd knocked out of Bishop's grip was almost certainly alive now because of him. Joshua wondered if that made up for the henchman he'd killed with his Pocket. Did saving a life redeem you from taking one?
Joshua was by no means religious, but he felt suddenly aware of the possibility of an afterlife. Was there a tally being kept now? Sure he'd stolen things before, but he'd never killed anyone before! That was one of the big ones! Was he supposed to apologize to someone? Repent? Enter self-imposed exile? Turn himself in? Joshua hadn't seen the look on the sea man's face as he'd fallen out of his Pocket and down the stairs and he found himself thankful for that. The last thing he remembered seeing on his face was a look of surprise as he fell in.
He was blonde, Joshua remembered that much, but what colour were his eyes? It seemed like such a small thing, but he felt like he should at least remember the colour of the eyes of the man he'd killed. He found himself thinking about little pieces of information about the man's life. Was he married? Where did he live? Who was his family? Once the thoughts started to enter his mind they wouldn't stop. They started to consume his every thought, flooding his mind. Joshua pulled his feet up onto the chair, shaking uncontrollably. He suddenly felt very cold and like he had done something very, very wrong. He found himself suddenly wanted to to be somewhere, anywhere more private than this. But more than anything right now, he just wanted to sleep.